[ derek leaves stiles on read, but - not maliciously. he just doesn't know what to say that wouldn't risk getting them both in trouble. apologizing to a sub is probably against the fucking rules. he locks his phone, slips it into his pocket, and walks back to work. stanley dutifully keeps to himself.
work passes agonizingly slowly, and despite promising to stay to finish his shift, derek asks to leave an hour early. stanley lets him go, promises to pay him for a full day, presumably out of guilt for interrupting derek when he was in a bad mood, which... is laughably pathetic, but also works out, so derek doesn't wave off the offer. he still doesn't have his own car, so he has to walk most of the way home, but he ends up at the den well right as sundown starts.
he unlocks the front door, heads inside, and the cat's there to greet him. she seems kind of anxious, or maybe just annoyed, and derek's kind of surprised to see her actually waiting for him. when he bends down and holds out his hand for her, she doesn't freeze up, but she doesn't come over, either. derek has to inch forward, set his hand against her cheek, and when he does, she just... deals with it. leans into him a little, maybe, but that might just be his imagination. she doesn't purr.
she walks away with a flick of her tail and seems to be in something of a better mood. derek stands, takes a breath, and heads further inside, finding stiles in the bedroom. derek's carrying something in his hands - a black plastic bag, full of things for tonight. he's not sure if blowing the money when they don't have a lot of savings is a good idea, but. he wasn't exactly loaded up with fucking bondage equipment just stashed in the gym. ]
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work passes agonizingly slowly, and despite promising to stay to finish his shift, derek asks to leave an hour early. stanley lets him go, promises to pay him for a full day, presumably out of guilt for interrupting derek when he was in a bad mood, which... is laughably pathetic, but also works out, so derek doesn't wave off the offer. he still doesn't have his own car, so he has to walk most of the way home, but he ends up at the den well right as sundown starts.
he unlocks the front door, heads inside, and the cat's there to greet him. she seems kind of anxious, or maybe just annoyed, and derek's kind of surprised to see her actually waiting for him. when he bends down and holds out his hand for her, she doesn't freeze up, but she doesn't come over, either. derek has to inch forward, set his hand against her cheek, and when he does, she just... deals with it. leans into him a little, maybe, but that might just be his imagination. she doesn't purr.
she walks away with a flick of her tail and seems to be in something of a better mood. derek stands, takes a breath, and heads further inside, finding stiles in the bedroom. derek's carrying something in his hands - a black plastic bag, full of things for tonight. he's not sure if blowing the money when they don't have a lot of savings is a good idea, but. he wasn't exactly loaded up with fucking bondage equipment just stashed in the gym. ]
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